Wolf RPG

kukutux nodded. "i think that they will learn. when you are made to stand still, you see things that you have not before."

she looked gently at amalia. "i have many more stories."

kukutux grinned.

she would spend the afternoon telling amalia stories of lynx and sedna and tooteega, of the hunt, of women's magick. and all the while the wind would move in the branches overhead, saying its own words.